It’s been a good year on WordPress for Mustache Robots but I’m considering a move. And no, it’s actually not an April Fool’s joke. I started on WordPress March 31, 2009. It seems somehow fitting that on March 31st, 2010, I got a very passionate presentation about how I would be better served on Tumblr. One of my readers said, I read your blog but it’s a “pain in the ass” because it’s on WordPress. (At first I suggested she might be a bit lazy. It’s not a lot to type. It can be bookmarked.) But my research has it that Tumblr may be a better blog site fit for me. It’s cleaner, easier to blog and allows a song day upload. Also, it’s much more conducive to attracting readers/followers, retweets, reposts, etc. Apparently, Tumblr is the Facebook of blogging.
So…are you with me?

http://mustacherobots.tumblr.com
Mustache Robots
The Further Misadventures of El Jefe & Knights of the Bright Side vs. Mustache Robots.
Featuring A Song A Day…and many more of my passions, movies, TV, books, comics, art, etc.

Guess what? It wouldn’t be the same without you. I may consolidate the two or keep them separate. Maybe this will remain the kid friendly/family blog and I’ll take the pop culture over there. Don’t erase this one yet. I might be back. Thanks again for all the comments and encouragement and I hope you continue with me on our journey to wherever we’re going. Not sure what will happen yet. That’s the fun. Let’s be Tumblrs.I’ll Tumble 4 Ya.

Jefe: Mama has to work. We can’t go anywhere that far without a little more planning.

When you are staying in town and school is out for Spring Break, things can get tougher. You have a lot more time to fill and the kids’ energy levels have not brought down to normal from a half day of school. Apparently many of Pablo’s friends are going somewhere warm this week. We are not, though it is supposed to be in the 60s here in a few days.

Day #1 Itinerary
Matinee of How to Train Your Dragon 3D (very good, see it)
Played at an indoor train playset in the lobby
Puzzles
Library – stocked up on supplies for the week
Dress up like ninjas, soldiers, football players
Outdoor “football”

I’m sorry, but I don’t know what you do for a living. You may have told me once and somewhere in your description I got bored and started thinking about what I was going to say next. Or I just don’t understand what you meant. It’s my fault if it’s the latter, but, sorry, all yours if it’s the former.

Tell me again. What do you do for a living? It’s usually the second question asked in any social setting or introduction. If I yawn or look blankly through you, then tell me what you really want to do. Also, please give me your card, because inevitably someone else will ask me what you do when I tell a story involving you. I hate not knowing, I really do. I feel the need to study my friends’ LinkedIn profiles, because I never remember what exactly their job entails. There should be a “Take Your Grown Friend to Work Day” to help explain it all. About ten years ago I actually e-mailed a survey to my friends asking them to write about their jobs and their future goals/plans. Do any of you remember that? (Let’s be honest, those friends don’t read my blog.)

But here’s the kicker, I don’t want you to ask me what I do. Which goes against one of my biggest social faux pas. It’s a real annoyance when a person you’re talking to doesn’t ask you any questions about yourself. You know the type. You ask them, but they don’t reciprocate.

Ask me other things. Ask me what I like. But don’t ask me what I do.
Because it’s hard to explain. No, that’s not true. It’s just that you’ll ask me (or wonder) if/how much I get paid for it. And I don’t, really.

So then, should I just say I’m a work-at-home dad and not worry about the other part? Not worry about what you think? Or more accurately, how I worry about what you must think of me?

It’s why I don’t like to go out sometimes and meet new people. I used to excel at that, I really did. I’d make my rounds and meet everyone in the room at a party. I’d introduce myself and remember your name. We’d have a laugh.

Now, not so much. I try. Sometimes I’m back in my element. Maybe when I’m on stage or when I’m older than the people I’m hanging out with socially I’m fine.
It’s probably more of an issue when I try to keep up with the Joneses that are my age, the ones with the really green grass.

I’ve been sitting on this draft for a while, afraid to post it for the possible misreading of its tone. I keep coming back to it. I know I want to just get it out of my head. I should just go to bed earlier. Things are always better in the morning than when you think too much about your problems alone at night.